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(Haunted Mound)\nCan we dump, nigga? Wasup?\nListen, nigga. Listen, listen\nWe just gon' chill at the crib\nWe just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\nI got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n\nA Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\nWe all the way nice, nigga\nStreets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\nWe finna handle this, nigga\nLow-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\nLet's do this","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[00:05.82] (Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n[00:08.62] Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n[00:10.45] We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n[00:12.32] Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n[00:14.37] Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n[00:15.31] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:18.79] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:23.75] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:28.19] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:32.40] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:35.65] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:40.25] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:43.85] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:47.84] Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n[00:51.25] Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n[00:54.78] Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n[00:59.04] I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n[01:02.91] I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n[01:06.98] Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n[01:10.42] That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n[01:14.93] Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n[01:18.14] Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:21.97] Hackle\n[01:22.58] You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:25.09] Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:26.79] Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:26.83] Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:34.63] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:38.99] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:42.79] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[01:47.01] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:50.60] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:54.47] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n[01:58.53] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[02:02.56] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[02:06.92] Step on them fools, nigga? (Haunted Mound)\n[02:12.85] Can we dump, nigga? Wasup?\n[02:14.15] Listen, nigga. Listen, listen\n[02:15.29] We just gon' chill at the crib\n[02:16.87] We just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\n[02:18.06] I got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n[02:21.98] A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[02:27.36] We all the way nice, nigga\n[02:28.63] Streets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\n[02:30.81] We finna handle this, nigga\n[02:32.85] Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\n[02:35.24] Let's do this\n[02:35.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hackle\n artist: Hackle\n album: Gunsmith Tha Mixtape\n duration_ms: 159000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n start_ms: 1900\n end_ms: 5820\n- text: (Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n start_ms: 5820\n end_ms: 8620\n- text: Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n start_ms: 8620\n end_ms: 10450\n- text: We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n start_ms: 10450\n end_ms: 12320\n- text: Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n start_ms: 12320\n end_ms: 14370\n- text: Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 14370\n end_ms: 15310\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 15310\n end_ms: 18790\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 18790\n end_ms: 23750\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 23750\n end_ms: 28190\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 28190\n end_ms: 32400\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 32400\n end_ms: 35650\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 35650\n end_ms: 40250\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 40250\n end_ms: 43850\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 43850\n end_ms: 47840\n- text: Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n start_ms: 47840\n end_ms: 51250\n- text: Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n start_ms: 51250\n end_ms: 54780\n- text: Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n start_ms: 54780\n end_ms: 59040\n- text: I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n start_ms: 59040\n end_ms: 62910\n- text: I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n start_ms: 62910\n end_ms: 66980\n- text: Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n start_ms: 66980\n end_ms: 70420\n- text: That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n start_ms: 70420\n end_ms: 74930\n- text: Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n start_ms: 74930\n end_ms: 78140\n- text: Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 78140\n end_ms: 81970\n- text: Hackle\n start_ms: 81970\n end_ms: 82580\n- text: You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 82580\n end_ms: 85090\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 85090\n end_ms: 86790\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 86790\n end_ms: 86830\n- text: Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 86830\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 98990\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 98990\n end_ms: 102790\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 102790\n end_ms: 107010\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 107010\n end_ms: 110600\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 110600\n end_ms: 114470\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n start_ms: 114470\n end_ms: 118530\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 118530\n end_ms: 122560\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 122560\n end_ms: 126920\n- text: Step on them fools, nigga? 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(Haunted Mound)\n Can we dump, nigga? Wasup?\n Listen, nigga. Listen, listen\n We just gon' chill at the crib\n We just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\n I got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n\n A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n We all the way nice, nigga\n Streets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\n We finna handle this, nigga\n Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\n Let's do this\n"},{"id":39857369,"name":"Hackle","trackName":"Hackle","artistName":"Hackle","albumName":"GUNSMITH THA MIXTAPE","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n(Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\nStreetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\nWe finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\nLow-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\nLet's do this (Hackle down on em')\n\nFrom the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\nGet too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\nGunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\nHackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\nFrom the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\nGet too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\nGunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\nHackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n\nHackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\nRollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\nVoices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\nI'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\nI-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\nSit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\nThat's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\nTwo glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n\nHackle (Hackle)\nHackle\nYou can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\nHdoe (Hdoe)\nHdoe (Hdoe)\nGunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n\nFrom the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\nGet too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\nGunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\nHackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\nFrom the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\nGet too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\nGunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\nHackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n\nStep on them fools, nigga? (Haunted Mound)\nCan we dump, nigga? Wasup?\nListen, nigga. Listen, listen\nWe just gon' chill at the crib\nWe just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\nI got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n\nA Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\nWe all the way nice, nigga\nStreets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\nWe finna handle this, nigga\nLow-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\nLet's do this","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90]A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[00:05.82](Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n[00:08.62]Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n[00:10.45]We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n[00:12.32]Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n[00:14.37]Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n[00:15.31]From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:18.79]Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:23.75]Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:28.19]Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:32.40]From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:35.65]Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:40.25]Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:43.85]Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:47.84]Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n[00:51.25]Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n[00:54.78]Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n[00:59.04]I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n[01:02.91]I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n[01:06.98]Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n[01:10.42]That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n[01:14.93]Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n[01:18.14]Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:21.97]Hackle\n[01:22.58]You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:25.09]Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:26.79]Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:26.83]Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:34.63]From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:38.99]Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:42.79]Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[01:47.01]Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:50.60]From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:54.47]Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n[01:58.53]Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[02:02.56]Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[02:06.92]Step on them fools, nigga? (Haunted Mound)\n[02:12.85]Can we dump, nigga? Wasup?\n[02:14.15]Listen, nigga. Listen, listen\n[02:15.29]We just gon' chill at the crib\n[02:16.87]We just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\n[02:18.06]I got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n[02:21.98]A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[02:27.36]We all the way nice, nigga\n[02:28.63]Streets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\n[02:30.81]We finna handle this, nigga\n[02:32.85]Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\n[02:35.24]Let's do this\n[02:35.88]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hackle\n artist: Hackle\n album: GUNSMITH THA MIXTAPE\n duration_ms: 147000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n start_ms: 1900\n end_ms: 5820\n- text: (Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n start_ms: 5820\n end_ms: 8620\n- text: Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n start_ms: 8620\n end_ms: 10450\n- text: We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n start_ms: 10450\n end_ms: 12320\n- text: Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n start_ms: 12320\n end_ms: 14370\n- text: Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 14370\n end_ms: 15310\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 15310\n end_ms: 18790\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 18790\n end_ms: 23750\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 23750\n end_ms: 28190\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 28190\n end_ms: 32400\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 32400\n end_ms: 35650\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 35650\n end_ms: 40250\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 40250\n end_ms: 43850\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 43850\n end_ms: 47840\n- text: Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n start_ms: 47840\n end_ms: 51250\n- text: Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n start_ms: 51250\n end_ms: 54780\n- text: Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n start_ms: 54780\n end_ms: 59040\n- text: I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n start_ms: 59040\n end_ms: 62910\n- text: I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n start_ms: 62910\n end_ms: 66980\n- text: Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n start_ms: 66980\n end_ms: 70420\n- text: That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n start_ms: 70420\n end_ms: 74930\n- text: Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n start_ms: 74930\n end_ms: 78140\n- text: Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 78140\n end_ms: 81970\n- text: Hackle\n start_ms: 81970\n end_ms: 82580\n- text: You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 82580\n end_ms: 85090\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 85090\n end_ms: 86790\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 86790\n end_ms: 86830\n- text: Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 86830\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 98990\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 98990\n end_ms: 102790\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 102790\n end_ms: 107010\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 107010\n end_ms: 110600\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 110600\n end_ms: 114470\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n start_ms: 114470\n end_ms: 118530\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 118530\n end_ms: 122560\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 122560\n end_ms: 126920\n- text: Step on them fools, nigga? 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(Haunted Mound)\nCan we dump, nigga? Wasup?\nListen, nigga. Listen, listen\nWe just gon' chill at the crib\nWe just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\nI got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n\nA Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\nWe all the way nice, nigga\nStreets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\nWe finna handle this, nigga\nLow-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\nLet's do this","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[00:05.14] (Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n[00:07.18] Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n[00:09.55] We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n[00:12.04] Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n[00:13.79] Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n[00:16.19] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:20.55] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:24.54] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:28.11] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:32.24] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[00:36.16] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[00:40.15] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[00:44.15] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[00:48.20] Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n[00:51.16] Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n[00:55.80] Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n[00:58.89] I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n[01:02.56] I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n[01:06.89] Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n[01:11.27] That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n[01:14.52] Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n[01:19.02] Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:22.07] Hackle\n[01:22.66] You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:28.64] Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:29.66] Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:31.31] Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:35.06] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:38.68] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n[01:43.16] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[01:47.05] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[01:51.03] From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n[01:54.64] Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n[01:59.10] Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n[02:02.68] Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n[02:06.74] Step on them fools, nigga? (Haunted Mound)\n[02:09.09] Can we dump, nigga? Wasup?\n[02:09.73] Listen, nigga. Listen, listen\n[02:11.08] We just gon' chill at the crib\n[02:13.01] We just gon' strap up and wait, nigga don't even trip\n[02:16.36] I got me a 9mm, 44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, nigga\n[02:22.15] A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n[02:27.46] We all the way nice, nigga\n[02:28.82] Streets weeper and shit, pistol grip, you know\n[02:32.65] We finna handle this, nigga\n[02:34.33] Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga\n[02:35.52] Let's do this\n[02:36.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: HACKLE - HACKLE PROD GRIMOIRE\n artist: HACKLE\n album: all haunted mound songs/all sematary songs\n duration_ms: 159000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, nigga\n start_ms: 1480\n end_ms: 5140\n- text: (Haunted Mound) We all the way nice, nigga\n start_ms: 5140\n end_ms: 7180\n- text: Streetsweeper and shit, (Hauntaholics) pistol grip, you know\n start_ms: 7180\n end_ms: 9550\n- text: We finna handle this, nigga (real haunted mound)\n start_ms: 9550\n end_ms: 12040\n- text: Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, nigga (Hdoe Hdoe)\n start_ms: 12040\n end_ms: 13790\n- text: Let's do this (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 13790\n end_ms: 16190\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 16190\n end_ms: 20550\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 20550\n end_ms: 24540\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 24540\n end_ms: 28110\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 28110\n end_ms: 32240\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 32240\n end_ms: 36160\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 36160\n end_ms: 40150\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 40150\n end_ms: 44150\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 44150\n end_ms: 48200\n- text: Hackle, yeah bitch, I'm Hackle\n start_ms: 48200\n end_ms: 51160\n- text: Rollin' down the freeway, get noggin' in my Peterbilt\n start_ms: 51160\n end_ms: 55800\n- text: Voices still loud bitch, got me feelin' ill\n start_ms: 55800\n end_ms: 58890\n- text: I'm with Buckshot off K-Pin and oxy pills\n start_ms: 58890\n end_ms: 62560\n- text: I-I-I I'm in third person, nothing feel real\n start_ms: 62560\n end_ms: 66890\n- text: Sit in my room, oxy bottles, script, got the seal\n start_ms: 66890\n end_ms: 71270\n- text: That's your bitch, then why she see me and kneel?\n start_ms: 71270\n end_ms: 74520\n- text: Two glock 19's, 26, that dual wield\n start_ms: 74520\n end_ms: 79020\n- text: Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 79020\n end_ms: 82070\n- text: Hackle\n start_ms: 82070\n end_ms: 82660\n- text: You can call me Hackle or you can call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 82660\n end_ms: 88640\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 88640\n end_ms: 89660\n- text: Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 89660\n end_ms: 91310\n- text: Gunsmith, bitch, call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 91310\n end_ms: 95060\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 95060\n end_ms: 98680\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdoe)\n start_ms: 98680\n end_ms: 103160\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 103160\n end_ms: 107050\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 107050\n end_ms: 111030\n- text: From the Haunted Mound, bitch I'm Hackle (Hackle)\n start_ms: 111030\n end_ms: 114640\n- text: Get too turnt up, call me Hdoe (Hdpe)\n start_ms: 114640\n end_ms: 119100\n- text: Gunsmith, lots of guns and ammo (Ammo)\n start_ms: 119100\n end_ms: 122680\n- text: Hackle down on em', call me Hackle (Hackle down on em')\n start_ms: 122680\n end_ms: 126740\n- text: Step on them fools, nigga? 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Yo)\nYou can come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound (skrrt)\nMound-MoundRich money, large amounts\nCoffin sleepin' in that white shroud (HDOE)\nSee me on stage in your city, screamin' \"HDOE!\"\n\nWe turnt up way too damn much, my brain took all the damage\nWe 3 AM, it's 3 AM, sun down, please don't come back up (3AM Gang)\n3 AM, my fuckin' gang, foggy night, got that mist brain (mist, yo)\nYou know I love my dirty Sprite, 30 round makin' my yoppa sing\n\nShawty, you can call me the blood moon rider (skrrt!)\nBlangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper\nWe all pop dope, but my dope pop better\nFine ass shawty, suck my motherfuckin' schlanger\nPills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher\nI'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I am never sober\nAnd I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper\nI got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger\nDo ya hear the bells? 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Yo)\n[02:03.17] You can come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound (skrrt)\n[02:06.40] Mound-MoundRich money, large amounts\n[02:07.71] Coffin sleepin' in that white shroud (HDOE)\n[02:09.40] See me on stage in your city, screamin' \"HDOE!\"\n[02:12.62] We turnt up way too damn much, my brain took all the damage\n[02:15.89] We 3 AM, it's 3 AM, sun down, please don't come back up (3AM Gang)\n[02:19.06] 3 AM, my fuckin' gang, foggy night, got that mist brain (mist, yo)\n[02:22.22] You know I love my dirty Sprite, 30 round makin' my yoppa sing\n[02:25.53] Shawty, you can call me the blood moon rider (skrrt!)\n[02:28.75] Blangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper\n[02:31.90] We all pop dope, but my dope pop better\n[02:35.12] Fine ass shawty, suck my motherfuckin' schlanger\n[02:38.24] Pills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher\n[02:41.51] I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I am never sober\n[02:44.75] And I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper\n[02:47.83] I got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger\n[02:51.18] Do ya hear the bells? 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(I don't know)\nFrom the haunted mound, post up in Coffin Town (go)\nYou gon' need a towel (HDOE), 'cause I don't leave without (HDOE)\nMy AK or my AR, bitch I'm comin' right now (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)\n\nBitch, I'm hackledown, you know where we from (go)\nThat Haunted Mound forever, boy, but you already know (you know)\nI lost my mind I'm slow (HDOE), I'm screamin' HDOE\nBury your ass with a dirty shovel (hackledown on 'em)\n\nThey called us maniacs, 'cause things that we regret\nI'm a dumb fuck (fuck), lots of shit that I forget\nI'm screamin', and I'm yellin', bitch, 'cause we some maniacs (maniacs)\nI'm clawing at the walls, bitch, 'cause we some maniacs (maniacs)\n\nSome maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\nWe up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\nWith Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\nDon't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n\nSome maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\nWe up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\nWith Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\nDon't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (yeah, yeah)\n\nI'm with Hackledown, I'm in the Coffin Town\nAnd that's my home, 'DOE (HDOE)\nPullin' up in Hellcats with my fuckin' brother HDOE (HDOE)\nLights on, see me, that's the motherfuckin' halo (halo)\nMy haters punch the air, and they still rockin' the same clothes\nWorld's on fire, I'm still riding, riding down the olde highway\n\nMy wife got a gun, she do it my way, she gon' end ya life\nI'm ridin' faster than a jet engine, but I won't crash and die\nI'ma cut up on your bitches with my Cutter Lane knife\n\nA wanted maniac, it takes me back, this ram up on my hat\nMe and Hackledown, up in the town, we wearin' that all black\nHaunted Mound crest carved in my chest, so I'm not switchin' sides\n'Til death do of me, this maniac gon' make you fuckin' die\n\nSome maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\nWe up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\nWith Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\nDon't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n\nSome maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\nWe up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\nWith Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\nDon't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n\nHauntaholics, real Haunted Mound\nHDOE, HDOE, Hackledown on 'em","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.37] Haunted Mound\n[00:07.11] HDOE, HDOE\n[00:09.23] Hackledown On 'Em (Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound)\n[00:13.12] Some maniacs (HDOE), so give me that (HDOE)\n[00:17.43] We up all night like some insomniacs (hackle down on 'em)\n[00:20.61] With Turnabout, so we up now (Haunted Mound)\n[00:27.64] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[00:31.58] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[00:34.70] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[00:38.38] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n[00:41.98] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[00:45.85] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[00:48.94] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[00:52.59] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n[00:56.24] With Turnabout (what up bro?)\n[00:57.91] Where we at now? (I don't know)\n[00:59.99] From the haunted mound, post up in Coffin Town (go)\n[01:03.05] You gon' need a towel (HDOE), 'cause I don't leave without (HDOE)\n[01:06.32] My AK or my AR, bitch I'm comin' right now (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)\n[01:09.82] Bitch, I'm hackledown, you know where we from (go)\n[01:13.34] That Haunted Mound forever, boy, but you already know (you know)\n[01:17.18] I lost my mind I'm slow (HDOE), I'm screamin' HDOE\n[01:20.75] Bury your ass with a dirty shovel (hackledown on 'em)\n[01:24.08] They called us maniacs, 'cause things that we regret\n[01:27.74] I'm a dumb fuck (fuck), lots of shit that I forget\n[01:31.34] I'm screamin', and I'm yellin', bitch, 'cause we some maniacs (maniacs)\n[01:34.89] I'm clawing at the walls, bitch, 'cause we some maniacs (maniacs)\n[01:38.89] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[01:42.65] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[01:45.94] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[01:49.41] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n[01:53.03] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[01:56.86] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[02:00.15] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[02:03.45] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (yeah, yeah)\n[02:07.40] I'm with Hackledown, I'm in the Coffin Town\n[02:10.16] And that's my home, 'DOE (HDOE)\n[02:11.60] Pullin' up in Hellcats with my fuckin' brother HDOE (HDOE)\n[02:15.09] Lights on, see me, that's the motherfuckin' halo (halo)\n[02:18.56] My haters punch the air, and they still rockin' the same clothes\n[02:22.18] World's on fire, I'm still riding, riding down the olde highway\n[02:25.57] My wife got a gun, she do it my way, she gon' end ya life\n[02:28.63] I'm ridin' faster than a jet engine, but I won't crash and die\n[02:32.32] I'ma cut up on your bitches with my Cutter Lane knife\n[02:35.77] A wanted maniac, it takes me back, this ram up on my hat\n[02:39.46] Me and Hackledown, up in the town, we wearin' that all black\n[02:43.04] Haunted Mound crest carved in my chest, so I'm not switchin' sides\n[02:46.66] 'Til death do of me, this maniac gon' make you fuckin' die\n[02:50.01] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[02:53.66] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[02:57.08] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[03:00.56] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n[03:04.05] Some maniacs (maniacs), so give me that (give me that)\n[03:07.83] We up all night like some insomniacs (insomniacs)\n[03:11.14] With Turnabout (Turnabout), so we up now (we up now)\n[03:14.80] Don't give a fuck 'bout you, put that on the mound (on the mound)\n[03:19.48] Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound\n[03:29.94] HDOE, HDOE, Hackledown on 'em\n[03:33.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: HACKLE FT. 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(Grave Man)\n\nBoy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows\nWearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers\nThis a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe\nWe some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone\n\nA-ay, your whip is so slow, I skrrt off, this ain't a rental (skrrt)\nThrow my life away, this shit don't mean nothing no more\nGot me moving slow-mo, iced out from my head to my toe\nMy neck is so glow, glow, looking like a black ops camo (MoundRich, bitch)\n\nGrave Man, Grave Man, Grave Man\nHAUNT-O-HOLIXXX THE MIXTAPE, bitch, let me go in though\nShawty, I'm just tryna lay low, posted up, lay low in black ops camo\nHalloween mask and a Draco, put your rent dough up my damn nose (up my damn nose)\n\nBoy, look at my loadout, two cutters and a Desert Eagle\nNew Rock stompers stomp ya, they the same color as some yayo\nRidin' 'round in a murdered out, ridin' 'round town with my bro HDOE (skrrt)\nNoddin' off like Eeyore, geeked up like Gucci Mane in '04 (geeked up)\nI be peepin' shit though, shawty, I know what you did last summer\nBitch, I'm a drugstore cowboy, black ops motherfucking robber (motherfucking robber)\n\nIt's another night I don't hide, but you know I lay low\nAnd when I'm in my car, my C7, it sit low\nYou won't see me behind all my blacked out, tinted windows\nYour bitch know my name, she love to call me \"Daddy HDOE\"\nMe and Grave Man, iced out black ops Haunted Mound soldiers\nWe are not your friend, boy, quit acting like you know us\nSniffing blue and green beans, I got all the colors\nAnd I'm so high, I'm floating like a bird feather\n\nBoy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows\nWearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers\nThis a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe\nWe some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone\n\nS-S-S-Sematary Grave Man, 5150, on the beat, bitch\nOh my God, why are you wearing that Scream mask?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.93] 3AM Gang\n[00:10.44] Ay, ay, your bitch?\n[00:14.64] She said \"Play that Haunted Mound!\"\n[00:17.92] MoundRich, bitch! (Grave Man)\n[00:21.77] Boy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows\n[00:25.38] Wearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers\n[00:28.70] This a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe\n[00:32.15] We some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone\n[00:35.30] A-ay, your whip is so slow, I skrrt off, this ain't a rental (skrrt)\n[00:38.97] Throw my life away, this shit don't mean nothing no more\n[00:42.56] Got me moving slow-mo, iced out from my head to my toe\n[00:45.87] My neck is so glow, glow, looking like a black ops camo (MoundRich, bitch)\n[00:50.07] Grave Man, Grave Man, Grave Man\n[00:52.43] HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX THE MIXTAPE, bitch, let me go in though\n[00:56.00] Shawty, I'm just tryna lay low, posted up, lay low in black ops camo\n[00:59.53] Halloween mask and a Draco, put your rent dough up my damn nose (up my damn nose)\n[01:03.10] Boy, look at my loadout, two cutters and a Desert Eagle\n[01:06.42] New Rock stompers stomp ya, they the same color as some yayo\n[01:09.83] Ridin' 'round in a murdered out, ridin' 'round town with my bro HDOE (skrrt)\n[01:13.34] Noddin' off like Eeyore, geeked up like Gucci Mane in '04 (geeked up)\n[01:16.85] I be peepin' shit though, shawty, I know what you did last summer\n[01:19.91] Bitch, I'm a drugstore cowboy, black ops motherfucking robber (motherfucking robber)\n[01:23.66] It's another night I don't hide, but you know I lay low\n[01:27.08] And when I'm in my car, my C7, it sit low\n[01:30.56] You won't see me behind all my blacked out, tinted windows\n[01:33.99] Your bitch know my name, she love to call me \"Daddy HDOE\"\n[01:37.37] Me and Grave Man, iced out black ops Haunted Mound soldiers\n[01:40.75] We are not your friend, boy, quit acting like you know us\n[01:44.38] Sniffing blue and green beans, I got all the colors\n[01:47.54] And I'm so high, I'm floating like a bird feather\n[01:51.02] Boy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows\n[01:54.42] Wearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers\n[01:57.98] This a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe\n[02:01.37] We some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone\n[02:09.04] S-S-S-Sematary Grave Man, 5150, on the beat, bitch\n[02:14.56] Oh my God, why are you wearing that Scream mask?\n[02:17.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: ICED OUT BLACK OPS (feat. 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AK so beautiful, makes me wanna start caressing (God damn)\nLookin' at my gun, I know you want it\nBig ass gun, no you can not touch it (No-no)\nCan you handle what it comes with?\nI can have whatever 'cause I'm Hackle, I'm the Gunsmith\n\nBig ass guns, I'm the Gunsmith, what you need today?\nGot scopes and drums, I got you, 'cause I got everything\nA million rounds, magazines they filled up all the way\nWe shootin' big guns, fuck a .22, throw that away\nGot big ass guns, I'm the Gunsmith, what you need today?\nGot scopes and drums, I got you, 'cause I got everything\nWhole lotta guns, layin' around, not a single safe\nGot 7.62, 5.56, they blow you all away\n\nH-H-H-Hauntaholics\nReal\nHaunted\nMound\nWhole lotta guns, layin' around, not a single safe\nGot 7.62, 5.56, they blow you all away","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.08] H-H-H-Hauntaholics\n[00:04.70] Real\n[00:05.40] Haunted\n[00:06.41] Mound\n[00:07.32] Big ass guns, I'm the Gunsmith, what you need today?\n[00:10.92] Got scopes and 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(Blick)\nYeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)\nFuck the pigs, fuck the birds, fuck the fishes (Bitch)\nI'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)\n'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)\nI got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)\nBeen to war, been to hell, been to prison\nI'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen\nAK left a finger for the fishes\nMagic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes\nFuck yo' pipe, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' clique, bitch (Fuck 'em)\nLil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)\nDiarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)\nNigga upper and a downer, bet I fix it\n\nFTP, FTP, FTP, FTP\nFuck the whole world and everybody in it\nFTP, FTP, FTP, FTP\nFuck the whole world and everybody in it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] (Fuck the population) FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP\n[00:03.12] Fuck the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)\n[00:06.44] FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP\n[00:09.57] Fuck the whole world and everybody in it\n[00:16.86] You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP\n[00:23.35] (Fuck the population) Fuck the world, fuck the population (Oscar)\n[00:29.20] H-H-H-Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound\n[00:33.16] Ahhh, ay\n[00:37.00] Fuck the world, Fuck the population\n[00:40.20] Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya\n[00:43.76] I rock True Religion, but I don't fuck with no god\n[00:46.58] Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up\n[00:49.17] I got big sticks and I'm mounted up\n[00:50.92] And the world's gone so I'm turnin' up\n[00:52.72] Fuck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up\n[00:55.88] Smokin' on this fuckin' rot, ride around, still fuck the law\n[00:59.56] I'm the King of the Graveyard, Fuck the population\n[01:03.14] Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth (Fuck t-)\n[01:06.56] 'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (Fuck the population)\n[01:09.81] Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip\n[01:12.96] I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt\n[01:16.39] If I told you I loved you, bitch, I was high as fuck\n[01:19.77] I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as fuck\n[01:22.85] I brought a mothafuckin' spiked bat to the club\n[01:26.23] Mothafucka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck\n[01:29.64] Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang\n[01:32.91] Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, god dang\n[01:36.68] It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang\n[01:39.25] Ride off hate and gasoline, what the fuck you mean?\n[01:42.59] Fuck ya racks, I burn 'em up, fuck your life, I'll shoot it up\n[01:45.74] Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, burnin' up\n[01:49.58] We don't like you motherfuckers, you can kick rocks\n[01:53.22] I thought you knew, it's fuck the population (Fuck the population)\n[01:55.86] FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP\n[01:58.95] Fuck the whole world and everybody in it\n[02:02.37] FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP (HDOE)\n[02:05.63] Fuck the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)\n[02:09.36] FTP, FTP, FTP 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